Enemies of the Sonnet Man- the Idiots

On the urban streets, they call it fashion, But the inmates call it advertising, And it represent those with a passion For an ignorance that is surprising. The mentally disabled dress better Than those Idiots with their pants pulled down, Exposing their briefs down to the letter, Performing like a bunch of circus clowns. These rejects enjoy looking like peasants. I pity the way that they dress and talk, So when I see them, I call them feasants, Because they waddle like ducks when they walk. Everywhere that I happen to go I can see a fool with his pants pulled low.